Chapter 201 The Demon Sect Master finally exits the customs (thanks to the sword spirit brothers
Imperial City of Zhao State, Cloud Tower.
In Zhao State, you don’t need to know where the Forbidden Palace is, but you must know where the Cloud Tower is.
Within the entire Zhao Kingdom, the influence of the Black Ice Platform is much greater than that of the royal family. It can be said that the royal family is just pushed forward by the big hand of the Black Ice Platform, while the royal family is more of a puppet in name only.
The Cloud Tower is the core of the Black Ice Platform, and it is also where Qi Wushuang, the leader of the Black Ice Platform, holds meetings.
Compared to the past bustle in the Cloud Tower, it was as if the scorching summer season had suddenly arrived in the freezing cold winter.
quiet!
Deadly quiet!
Many experts in the lobby had cold expressions on their faces, and none of them dared to express their dignity.
The old man at the top is Qi Xuandao, the master of the Black Ice Platform and the real person in control of the Zhao Kingdom.
At this moment, the old man turned his back to everyone and was silent, but the people behind him seemed to see a mountain pressing on his shoulders.
That kind of heavy pressure seemed to completely crush him.
Qi Shu died, and the news reached Zhao State almost immediately through a special bird collection.
The entire Zhao Kingdom was shocked by this...
After a long time, the old man finally said, "Qiu Jian stays, and everyone else should disperse."
"yes."
After hearing this, everyone around stood up and bowed to the old man, then stood up and left one after another.
There was only one man left in the entire conference hall.
The man was dressed in flowing white clothes, with a few strands of silver in his black hair. He stood upright and wore a long black knife at his waist.
Aoshuang Daolu Qiujian, Qi Xuandao's second disciple, is also Qi Shu's senior brother.
One of the three greatest swordsmen in the world. Ever since Tang Taiyuan was killed at Bazhangtai, there has been one less top swordsman in the world.
Lu Qiujian looks to be only in his fifties, but he debuted four years earlier than Lou Xiangzhen.
Qi Xuandao clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the plaque with the four characters "The World is Unparalleled" printed on his head.
Among the three disciples, Qi Shu's personality was the least like his, but he was his favorite. Now this favorite disciple is dead.
"Master."
Lu Qiujian said in a low voice.
Qi Xuandao said slowly: "The third son likes to take risks, and he likes to wander among dangers by nature. Sooner or later, he will be hit with disaster."
Lu Qiujian did not speak. When Qi Shu was about to go to Yan State, he spoke to stop him, but Qi Shu did not listen to his words in the end.
Not only this time, Qi Shu had never heard of Lu Qiujian's words since he was a child.
Qi Xuandao asked: "Who killed the mistress?"
According to the intelligence narrative, the person who killed Qi Shu was a ghost swordsman, but he had no impression of this ghost swordsman.
Lu Qiujian said in a deep voice: "This man is a swordsman who emerged from the master's retreat for half a year. He is very powerful. It is said that he is a descendant of the Daluo sect. He not only killed several real people from the Zhenyi sect, but also defeated the Tianjian Cui Daoxian.
The sword-wielding father-in-law Zhong Binru, and there is a black dragon sitting down when he is sitting..."
Speaking of this, Lu Qiujian paused before continuing: "The most important thing is that his sword is the Suppressing Evil Sword that has never been recognized as its owner for thousands of years."
"Dazhou Yunlong!?"
When Qi Xuandao heard this, he turned around slowly, with a trace of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.
If someone were here at this time, they would definitely be able to see Qi Xuandao's face. He was not as old as imagined. His face was extremely rosy and his skin could be broken with a snap, just like a newborn baby.
It's just a pair of eyes, turbid and weathered, as if there are many past events hidden in them.
Lu Qiujian nodded, "Behind this swordsman, there once appeared an extremely mysterious master master. He severely injured King Houjinmujin with one punch. He was suspected to be a master of four qi or five qi. I think this is why my junior brother took action.
Deal with the swordsman."
A light appeared in Qi Xuandao's cloudy eyes, and he sighed: "Has Tianyin finally appeared?"
Lu Qiujian said: "It should be so. Hundreds of years ago, I, Black Ice Platform, did not kill them all and gave them a chance to breathe. This is why they are now resurrected."
Qi Xuandao was silent for a long time, and then said: "The people of Tianyin must be killed, and we must not leave any chance to them."
Lu Qiujian thought for a while and said: "Master, this swordsman once killed several masters of the Zhenyi Sect. Should we join forces with the Zhenyi Sect..."
The so-called enemy of the enemy is a friend. Although the Ghost Swordsman has a good reputation in Dayan, it has offended the Zhenyi Sect, the state religion of Dayan.
The True One Sect is a behemoth in the world.
"We want to live."
Qi Xuandao narrowed his eyes slightly, "If you want to capture this swordsman, you will have a chance unless you or your senior brother take action, but the chance is not great. Only I can make sure everything is safe."
This swordsman is at the level of a Qi master. It is not difficult for Heibingtai to capture him, but Tianyin behind him is not so easy to deal with.
Lu Qiujian frowned and said, "If Master goes to Dayan, I'm afraid it will cause a shock."
Qi Xuandao is the Dinghai Divine Needle, and the Yan State and the Zhao State are feuding. Qi Xuandao will definitely be surrounded by many masters when he goes to the Yan State. Once he makes a mistake, the Zhao State will definitely be in chaos.
The Zhao royal family and two other forces have been watching with eager eyes, waiting for something to happen to Black Ice Platform.
The situation of all parties in the world is in an extremely delicate balance. Once the balance is broken, chaos will easily occur.
For example, the Yan Kingdom was originally in the world, but it had to face the siege of Hou Jin, Nanman, Zhao, Demon Sect, Buddhism and many other forces.
The strength of the Yan State is the strongest, and the strength of Hou Jin and others is also very weak, so the world is balanced.
Now that Hou Jin is strong, although Buddhism has moved closer to Dayan, this balance cannot be maintained by just one Buddhist sect. Once the balance is destroyed, chaos will definitely arise.
So now there is a war between Hou Jin and Yan.
Qi Xuandao sat down slowly and said softly: "Put pressure on Yan State to hand over the Ghost Swordsman, and then let Zhao State's army push forward thirty miles to put some pressure on Ping Dinghou."
Lu Qiujian asked: "Pressure?"
Now that Yan State and Hou Jin are at war, the pressure is very high. If Zhao State is added to the mix, it will undoubtedly make the situation worse. However, Zhao State and Yan State are feuding, so it is not a big deal for them to hand over a grandmaster like this.
possible.
Unless the people in Dayan Temple are short-sighted.
Qi Xuandao said: "Put pressure on them, so that I can have the opportunity to go to the Yan Kingdom in person."
Lu Qiujian was moved in his heart and said: "I understand, I will do it now."
With that said, Lu Qiujian hurriedly walked out of the hall.
Qi Xuandao looked at Lu Qiujian's disappearing figure and thought of something. He sighed after a long time.
Jiangnan Road, Yuzhou City, Datong Teahouse.
In the hot summer, there is a bit more irritability in the air.
As the place where news spreads most quickly in Jiangnan Province, Datong Teahouse was as lively as ever, packed with guests.
At this time, a storyteller in front was speaking vividly.
"Who said that the ancient times of the Jin Dynasty can never be poor? Most of the prosperity and decline will always be in vain."
"Speaking of last time, where did the person come from?"
The storyteller paused and asked the surrounding listeners.
"I just drank a cup of tea and forgot about the ghost swordsman chasing Qi Shu." Someone shouted from below.
"Then keep talking."
When the storyteller heard this, he suddenly understood. He pinched his throat and coughed softly: "As mentioned last time, the ghost swordsman chased Qi Shu to the gate of the North Camp of the Golden Eagle Banner, while Qi Shu relied on the Golden Eagle Banner's tens of millions of troops behind him.
Suddenly I felt confident, and then I shouted to the ghost swordsman outside the camp: Don't be arrogant that swordsman, there are tens of thousands of troops behind me, how arrogant are you today?"
"Suddenly, drums were beating loudly in the camp, and the shouts of killing shook the sky. The so-called hundreds of people were majestic, and the thousands of people were like black clouds. The tens of thousands of people were connected together, as if the sky and the earth were connected, and there were people in the middle.
Not to mention that these tens of thousands are brave and skilled soldiers of the Later Jin Dynasty. When ordinary martial arts masters see this scene, they will be frightened. Who dares to rush into this camp and die?"
"But who is this ghost swordsman? He is a peerless swordsman who has defeated two great swordsmen in a row. He only heard thunder and lightning roaring in the sky, and dark clouds were covering him. The ghost swordsman looked indifferent and normal, and shouted at Qi Shu.
:Qi Ziyi, please die by sword."
The entire Datong Teahouse was quiet, everyone was immersed in it, the only sound was the even breathing of everyone.
"After the words fell, thunder rolled in, and the ghost swordsman's body turned into a stream of light and rushed into the Golden Eagle Banner camp.
Wherever his body passed, there was a bloody light, and countless soldiers of Houjin died miserably under his sword. At this moment, the people of Houjin realized that the swordsman in front of them was amazing. They were all frightened to death, and Qi Shu was even more shocked.
When he was like a ghost, the famous master's legs trembled and he retreated back desperately. The ghost swordsman was a man of his word. He would kill him when he said he would. I saw a stream of light floating across the sky and the earth.
In the blink of an eye, the sword flew straight through Qi Shu's chest."
"The master of the Zhao Kingdom died in the Houjin Camp, completely breathless. The owner of the Golden Eagle Flag was so frightened that his face turned pale. No one in the tens of thousands of troops present dared to step forward. In the end, the ghost swordsman
Leaving in a fluttering mood, until he has left for dozens of breaths,
The whole camp was deathly silent."
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"good!"
"well said!"
As the storyteller finished speaking, the originally silent Datong Teahouse burst into applause, and the people present were even red-faced and excited.
Jiese touched his head and said: "When he opened the dungeon with his sword, he injured many prisoners. I was personally responsible for this. I also fought against Qingyang Wuji and Liu Qingshan at Faxi Temple.
At that time, I was also watching the game, so you can say that he was the one I watched..."
Speaking of this, Jiese showed a trace of pride on his face.
At the same time, many people around were talking in low voices.
"Have you heard? The Ghost Swordsman wiped out the Demon Sect. It is said that many masters went there."
"Kill, we must eradicate the demon cult monsters!"
"I've also heard that the Ghost Swordsman first killed the evil thief Qi Shu, and now he wants to eradicate the Demon Cult. It is indeed the hope of the right path."
"I believe he will be able to bring peace and tranquility to this world."
Somehow, after the news spread that the Ghost Swordsman killed Qi Shu among thousands of troops, another shocking news spread in Dayan Jianghu.
It is the Ghost Swordsman who is going to Dongluo Pass to defeat the Demon Sect’s chief helm.
The entire Great Yan River and Lake suddenly had undercurrents. Some people believed it, while others questioned it. After all, the Demon Sect is the top force in the world today, and it has been rooted in the world for thousands of years.
It is somewhat impossible to destroy it overnight.
Until yesterday, Feng Lingyue, the ancestor of the Five Poison Sect, called on his martial arts colleagues to participate in this war to exterminate demons.
This news spread, and the entire Dayan Jianghu was completely boiling. This undoubtedly gave many people a reassurance.
Feng Lingyue is a real two-qi master, a master of the older generation in the world, and one of the martial arts myths in the eyes of ordinary people.
You must know that the Demon Cult has committed dozens of crimes in Dayan Jianghu, and there are countless masters who have grievances against them. However, due to the huge power of the Demon Cult, they are unable to achieve justice.
A single spark has turned into a prairie fire.
For a time, countless experts spontaneously went to Yunlin City. Some were waiting and watching, and some wanted to participate in this demon-killing battle.
Apart from the battle between Hou Jin and Dayan, the second most sensational event in the world today is this incident. In the world, this incident even outshone the battle between Hou Jin and Dayan.
Jie Duo glanced around and then said: "Brother, the ghost swordsman wants to help justice and is preparing to go to Dongluo Pass to eradicate the demon cult."
Jiese blinked, "Of course this is a good thing, but I don't think the demon sect is that easy to destroy, right? That ghost swordsman was promoted to grandmaster not long ago..."
He knew very well that despite the huge reputation now, many of the masters went there just to watch the excitement.
There are only a few people who really dare to take action against the Demon Sect.
Because Han Wenxin is such a person.
"What nonsense are you talking about, monk?"
At this moment, a loud shout sounded.
Following the voice, I saw a woman in white.
The woman was more beautiful, dressed in white clothes, holding a sword in her hand, glaring at Jiese and saying: "This demon-slaying battle will definitely destroy the demon-slaying sect, so don't talk nonsense."
Jie Se looked at the woman's fierceness and forgot what she said for a moment.
Jiedao saw the sword on the woman's waist and said quickly: "The donor is right. This time we will definitely wipe out the demon sect. My senior brother made some mistakes in his words. Jiedao is here to apologize to the donor."
Judging by her appearance, she must be a heroine who travels around the world, and she is also a fan of the ghost swordsman.
"This is true. The Ghost Swordsman will definitely be able to defeat the Demon Sect. This is absolute."
When the woman heard Jie De's words, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and then she walked out the door.
Jie Jie reluctantly looked at the woman's back and said, "Senior brother, you can tell at a glance that that woman is a heroine in the world."
"snort."
Jiese snorted softly, "If only I had a better temper now, otherwise... hum."
"Otherwise, what?" Jiedu couldn't help but ask.
Jie Se touched his smooth head and said: "I will definitely make her pregnant."
"Brother, you are talking nonsense again."
Jiejie said with some dissatisfaction: "That heroine looks so kind and smiles so sweetly. How could you say such vulgar words?"
Jiese sneered, "What do you know? Your smile looks sweet, but it usually tastes salty."
Lingnan Road, Baifeng Town.
The sound of fierce banging came from a blacksmith shop.
A man and a woman walked in slowly.
The man looks average, but the girl next to him is very charming and charming, making people look at him frequently.
These two people are Yang Chong and Jia Meixian from Sixiang Sect.
This time Yang Chong's sword blade was curled, and the sword had been used for a long time, so he came to the town not far from Sixiang Gate to buy a new sword.
For some reason, Jia Meixian insisted on following him.
Yang Chong said angrily: "I'm just here to buy a sword, why are you following me?"
Jia Meixian whispered: "Senior brother, haven't you heard that the Ghost Swordsman wants to destroy the Demon Sect?"
Yang Chong frowned slightly and said, "I heard about it. This matter is now spreading like wildfire. Why didn't I hear about it?"
He didn't care much about the Ghost Swordsman. In his mind, he admired Lin Yiyang, the best swordsman in the world.
Jia Meixian bit her lip and said, "Senior brother, how about we go to Dongluo Pass and take a look?"
"What did you say!?"
Yang Chong's eyes widened.
Jia Meixian lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong and whispered: "I said I wanted to visit Dongluo Pass."
"impossible!"
Yang Chong frowned and said, "This is absolutely impossible, not even possible."
Not to mention that Dongluo Pass is a den of demon sect thieves, and the storm is gathering at the moment. It is said that countless masters plan to go to Dongluo Pass.
I don’t know how dangerous it is. There are many first-level masters, let alone third-level masters. What if he takes Jia Meixian and encounters danger?
Yang Chong would definitely not do this kind of stupid behavior that would lead to death.
"Senior brother, just go and have a look..."
"No, if you dare to go, I will report to Master immediately."
Seeing Yang Chong's determination, Jia Meixian could only sigh helplessly. She knew that Yang Chong would definitely not take her with him.
Then he could only take out the wooden sword in his arms.
Every time she sees this wooden sword, she will think of Han Wenxin and the ghost swordsman who saved her that day.
Two unforgettable things happened on the same day.
One saved him and the other was saved by him.
Yang Chong ignored Jia Meixian and said to the blacksmith who was still working on the side: "Shopkeeper, give me a good sword. The price is not an issue."
"okay."
The blacksmith handed over his work to his apprentice, stepped forward and said with a smile: "We have a lot of swords here..."
Suddenly, the blacksmith saw a gleam in the wooden sword's eyes, "Little girl, where did this wooden sword come from?"
When Jia Meixian heard this, she blinked and said, "My friend gave this to me. Is there anything wrong with it?"
The blacksmith smiled and said: "It's pretty good. The workmanship looks very exquisite."
Yang Chong also sighed and said, "My friend is a miserable man."
Every time he thought of that handsome and extraordinary face, his heart was filled with sighs, wondering if he would ever have the chance to see her again in this life.
The blacksmith stopped talking and went straight to the back hall and took out two or three well-made swords. Finally, Yang Chong chose a fine sword, paid the money and left.
"Master, everyone is gone, what else are you looking at?"
The boy at the blacksmith shop found that the man and woman had walked away for a long time, and his master was still looking at their backs.
"Demon Cult"
The blacksmith murmured to himself, "Master wants to go out for a while."
"Master, how long will it take for you to come back?"
"A few months."
Keikaido, fishing village.
Among the dilapidated thatched houses, there were faint candles flickering in the house.
A man in his forties was sewing a fishing net with his head lowered by the light.
"Brother!"
At this moment, a cry of surprise came from outside the door.
The man raised his head, looked at the people running in in a hurry, and couldn't help but smile: "What's the happy event?"
The person who came in looked about thirty years old, with a thin build and a fair complexion. At a glance, it was clear that he did not look like a weathered fisherman.
The fair-skinned man said ecstatically: "Brother, Feng Lingyue and a top swordsman will hunt Dongluo Pass and prepare to eradicate the demon sect. Many masters are happy to go. Our great revenge can be avenged."
The man's face was as calm as water, and he said: "Ah Yi, didn't we say that? From now on, we will withdraw from the world and will no longer care about the facts of the world."
When the fair man saw his elder brother's reaction, it was like pouring cold water on him, and then he whispered: "Brother, the hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable. How can I not avenge it as a son of man?"
The man put down the fishing net in his hand, grabbed the man's shoulders with both hands, and said: "A peaceful life is hard-won, why do we need to get involved in this right and wrong again?"
"What peaceful life?"
Ah Yi broke the man's arm, with a trace of scarlet in his eyes, "I knew that Jiang Shang killed my father, and I had to avenge this bloody revenge. I didn't have the chance before, but now someone is holding this banner high, I, Ah Yi,
I must support this event."
The man shouted: "Ah Yi!"
"Stop talking, brother, if you don't want to go, I'll go by myself."
Hajime glanced at his elder brother disappointedly, then turned and walked out of the house.
Looking at Hajime's leaving figure, the man couldn't help but sigh.
As the night got darker, the lights became weaker and weaker, until it became completely dark, swallowing up the entire room.
The news of hunting Dongluo Pass spread for some reason, and the Dayan Jianghu became completely turbulent. Many masters who had grievances with the Demon Sect went to Yunlin City, preparing to watch from the sidelines and watch the fire from the other side. If there was a chance, they would give
The demonic sect is adding insult to injury.
For a time, the Demon Sect was also in turmoil, and countless Demon Sect members returned to the Demon Sect's main altar from various places, including the Earth Sect,
The Renzong also has four masters from various fields.
There are also undercurrents surging in Dongluo Pass, and countless caravans have even changed their routes and do not dare to cross the border again.
Dongluo Desert, Feng Mo Well.
Zhao Qingmei was sitting cross-legged in the stone cave. There was a faint black light in her Dantian.
This dark black light continued to absorb the energy in her body, and the light became brighter and brighter until it reached a critical point.
The light gradually dissipated, and a black light group the size of a thumb was suspended in the Dantian.
"Boohoo!"
The next moment, the black light group was like ice and snow, melting into the Dantian bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye until it disappeared.
Demonic seed is born!
As the demon seeds were conceived, Zhao Qingmei's "Nine Nether Purgatory Grimoire" also successfully reached the eighth level. She suddenly felt that her speed of refining the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was more than twice as fast.
"Finally it worked."
When Nan Weiping saw this, a glint appeared in her eyes, and then she nodded with satisfaction.
About dozens of breaths later, Zhao Qingmei opened her beautiful eyes and asked: "Senior, can I get out of this magic well now?"
"That's it."
Nan Weiping said with emotion: "You can now pass through this heart door and you can also go out."
Hearing Nan Weiping's words, Zhao Qingmei felt a ripple in her calm heart, and she couldn't help but look up as if she was lost in thought.
Nan Weiping said softly: "Go ahead and watch the sunrise."
Zhao Qingmei said seriously: "Senior, don't worry, I will not forget you when I find a way."
Nan Weiping laughed and said: "It's good if you have the heart. Go ahead. I know you can't wait for a long time."
Zhao Qingmei nodded, clenched the pair of Yuanyang swords in her hands, and slowly came to the door of the heart.
"Senior, wait for me to come back."
"good."
Zhao Qingmei took a deep breath, stomped towards the ground, and her body turned into a dark black light and rushed towards the top of the cave. This time, her body disappeared into the stone wall and disappeared in an instant.
The entire cave became quiet, eerie and terrifying.
Nan Weiping looked at the stone wall for a long time.
Looking back, there was darkness outside the cave. After looking for a long time, I realized that there seemed to be countless lights flickering, but these were not her home.